Wheeeeee! The manifestation of the low-information homophily that is Teh 9-12 ProjeKKKt waddled on into town this morning... and because I myself was waddling on down to Eastern Market, I decided to cut through the Mall and take some pictures:
Olds on Patrol!
Halloween apparently came early for this douchebag. Also, maybe he should stick to scribbling his posters out in pencil.
The preponderance of weak bladders was no surprise, given that the average age of these protesters was 437 years old.
Ah, now, this struck me as rather hilarious: all this bitching about how the guvmint needs to get out of health care, yet here was a public service on standby in the event some dumb fuck needed it. Nevermind the irony that this particular fire and emergency services department embodies a compelling argument for health care reform...
Obviously, whomever made this poster is both a fan of the font used in the opening credits of Rhoda and Susan Powter.
Like, OMG: Birthers are soooooooo last season.
Quick, look to the right: it's a P.U.M.A.! Yawn.
Looks like the dipshit hoisting this needs to add a stop here to his itinerary.
The site that these guys who are playing pwetty!-pwincess!-horsies!-carousel are advertising provides a moderate fount of lulz. It's a mix of tea-bagging, Paultardiness, and good ol' fashioned pyramid scheming.
A.K.A. "Braces (In Case the Genetics Fail)"
I love the parentheses, lest one think 1) Trig; or 2) that this person were a Monty Python fan.
Because, really, what's an extra 'n' between wingnuts, anyway?
Here's some extra useless information: it took about 20 minutes to cut through the crowd, and I'd guess there were about 100,000 people there... which means I expect there will be crowing from that neck of the woods about how there really was 500,000!!! or a million!!! but the MSM doesn't want you to know teh truths!!1!!(eleventy-one), or whatever.
And that was 'Murica! today.